You Were an Exception

I picked a lemon for you. From across the train tracks, and we took it home and drew all over it.

Then I sang 'Walking in Memphis' to you on your pool table by the tv, and you asked me for a dance.
And your mum came home and we had indian food for dinner. I've never tasted butter chicken as perfect as that one was.

And then we watched channel v and you stole my phone in the hopes they'd put it on the shout-outs bar.
And I got mad at you and hit you with a pillow.

And then I had to go home, and I kissed you before I left because the clock was at 42 minutes past the hour.



I layed in bed last night, eyes shut tight.
And a voice in my head asked me, 'are you still dreaming?'

And I couldn't answer.
Because I don't know if any of this was real.
And even though I talk to you here and there,
It still doesn't make sense.


-Oedipus